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10/06/2026

23rd Psalm For The Workplace
Author Unknown

The Lord is my boss, and I shall not want.

He gives me peace, when chaos is all around me.

He reminds me to pray, before I speak in anger.

He restores my sanity.

He guides my decisions that I might honor Him in all I do.

Even though I face absurd amounts of e-mail, system failures, copier jams, back-ordered supplies, unrealistic deadlines, staff shortages, budget cutbacks, red tape, downsizing, gossiping co-workers and whining customers, I won’t give up, for You are with me.

Your presence, peace and power will see me through.

You raise me up, even when the boss fails to promote me.

You claim me as your own, even when the company threatens to let me go.

Your loyalty and love are better than a bonus check.

Your retirement plan beats any 401K, and when it’s all said and done, I’ll be working for you a whole lot longer!

Thanks be to God!

10/05/2026

You Be The Judge – NOT!

It was a cold winter's day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was filling up quickly. I noticed as I got out of my car fellow church members were whispering among themselves as they walked in the church.

As t got closer I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the church. He was almost laying down as if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his feet, with holes all over them, his toes stuck out. I assumed this man was homeless, and asleep, so I walked on by through the doors of the church.

We all fellow-shipped for a few minutes, and someone brought up the man laying outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask him to come in, including me. A few moments later church began. We all waited for the Preacher to take his place and to give us the Word, when the doors to the church opened.

In came the homeless man walking down the aisle with his head down. People gasped and whispered and made faces. He made his way down the aisle and up onto the pulpit where he took off his hat and coat. My heart sank. There stood our preacher ... he was the "homeless man'. No one said a word. The preacher took his Bible and laid it on his stand. "Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching about today."

10/04/2026

Just For This Day

Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry, and pick you up and take you to the park to play.

Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.

Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.

Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck and I will buy you one if he comes by.

Just for this afternoon, I won't worry about what you are going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.

Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.

Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys.

Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you.

Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry.

Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.

Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.

Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.

I will think about the mothers And fathers who are searching for their missing children, the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms, and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly, and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.

And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask Him for nothing, except one more day.............



©1999 Sally Meyer

10/01/2026

The Walk

One night six years ago I arrived at the hospital to work an overnight shift, Mr. Milne a kind elderly gentleman was one of my assigned patients that night. When I entered his room, I introduced myself and ask him if there was anything, I could do for him before I got busy with other duties. No, he told me, I don’t really need anything but there is something I’d like for you to do for me. No problem, I said What’s that? Sometime tonight while you’re here I’d like for you to come an get me up out of this bed, I’d like to take a little walk around this place you know to just get up and move around for a while. I assured him that could be done as soon as I got things rolling and found a lull in the schedule, I would take him for a walk. I promised him that.

It was a promise I would soon almost regret. The further I got into my shift the more chaotic things seem to get. One thing after another sprang up to demand my attention. The constant flow of just nuisances and details were interrupted my Mr. Milne’s call button. When I arrived at his room he asked if I’d found a little time for that walk yet? Looking at my watch I realized that the two hours of my shift had flown by already. I talked with him for a moment and I reassured him that we would get to it. There were just a few more details I had to clear up first, but I’d be back. Then I was off like a flash down the corridor. An hour later one of the nurse’s aides came to me and said that she had answered another call from Mr. Milne and that he was asking for me. I sent back the message that I’d be there soon. Seemed that the only thing that was greater than Mr. Milne’s persistence was his patients.

He really hadn’t complained he just continued his request. An hour later another one came and finally shortly before 5am when I answered Mr. Milne’s 5th call of the night, I entered his room and he was serious but pleasant. Could we PLEASE go on that walk now? I began to apologize and try to explain how typical a night it had been and all the things that had happened. That’s fine, it’s not a problem it’s just that the walk is important, and I’d like for you to help me, could we do it right now? The tone in is voice and the look in his eyes said something I didn’t understand.

Mr. Milne, what is it? You see, I’m going into surgery this morning in about an hour and their going to amputate both my legs just above the knee and I’d kind of like to take a walk on them one last time. It would mean a lot to me. I swallowed hard and held back tears as I helped him from his bed. We walked him around the unit until it was time for his surgery.

Mr. Milne’s story teaches up an important lesson. Don’t get caught up in the living that you forget the people around you that need love and care.

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page

09/30/2026

A Prayer Principle

Jesus modeled and taught a praying lifestyle.



In Luke 11, Jesus responds to the disciples request to "teach us how to pray." To go the Jesus way, it is imperative that you learn His powerful prayer lessons and live them out each day.



The essence of Jesus' prayer perspective is rooted in His comparison of our Heavenly Father to a good earthly father. The Lord teaches in Luke 11: 11, "Which of you fathers, if your son asked for a fish would give him a snake instead? If then, you who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask Him?"



When God hears our prayers, He responds like a good Dad. But our Heavenly Father has the advantage of being all knowing and totally wise. Additionally, He loves His child and wants the ultimate best for them, not temporary entertainment. Therefore, no matter how good our cause, we cannot change God's mind or prompt Him to act outside of His plan. Let me give you a simple example.



Imagine that my daughter Alex, who is 15, comes to me and requests $300 to buy a 9mm pistol because she wants to take it to school as a protective measure. Regardless of her pleas for purchasing the pistol, I will say no to this request because it is inappropriate and could be harmful to her. Let's extend the analogy another step. Imagine Alex said, "Dad, I need $300 to buy some college textbooks. Even though I am only in 10th grade, I want to start preparing for my college career by studying molecular chemistry and quantum physics." I would lovingly express appreciation for Alex's thirst for knowledge, but explain to her that she is a 10th grader and it is important for her to enjoy her high school days. Therefore, I will not grant her request to provide money to purchase college textbooks. Lastly, imagine that Alex comes to me and says, "Dad, we're going on a youth



retreat and I need $300 for my fees and to bring an un-churched friend. Could you help me out?" With a sense of joy and delight, I would provide the cash because Alex has made a worthy request that needs fulfilling.



My friend, you may be assured that prayer is a powerful tool. We see unbelievers saved, the sick healed, and evil defeated. The Lord changes things everyday through our prayers. Furthermore, we have an opportunity to participate through His work as we talk with Him and obediently choose to serve His purposes.



Let me urge you to become a person of consistent prayer who trusts your Heavenly Father to wisely fill your requests in a way that helps you, expands His kingdom and glorifies His holy name.

09/29/2026

The Race

They all lined up so full of hope,

each thought to win the race,

or tie for first, or if not that,

at least take second place.



And fathers watched from off the side,

each cheering for his son;

And each boy hoped to show his dad

That he would be the one.

The whistle blew, and off they went,

young hearts and hopes afire,

To win, to be the hero there

was each young boy's desire.



And one boy in particular

whose dad was in the crowd,

Was running in the lead and thought,

my dad will be so proud.

But as they sped down the field

across a shallow dip,

The little boy who thought to win,

lost his step and slipped.



Trying hard to catch himself,

his hands flew out in brace,

and mid the laughter of the crowd,

he fell flat on this face.



So down he fell and with him hope,

he couldn't win, not now;

Embarrassed, sad, he only wished

to disappear somehow.



But as he fell his dad stood up,

and showed his anxious face;

Which to the boy so clearly said;

get up and win the race.



He quickly rose, no damage done,

behind a bit, that's all.

And ran with all his might and mind

to make up for the fall.

So anxious to restore himself,

to catch up, to win,

His mind went faster than his legs,

he slipped and fell again.



He wished then he had quit before,

with only one disgrace;

I'm hopeless as a runner now,

I shouldn't try to race.



But in the laughing crowd he searched,

and found his father's face.

That steady look that said again,

get up and win the race.



So up he jumped to try again,

ten yards behind the last;

If I'm going to gain those yards

I've gotta move real fast.



Exerting everything he had,

he regained eight or ten;

But trying so hard to catch the lead

he slipped and fell again.



Defeat; he lay there silently,

a tear dropped from his eye;

There's no sense in running anymore

three strikes I'm out, why try.

The will to rise had disappeared

all hope had fled away;

So far behind, so error prone

I'll never go all the way.



I've lost - so what's the use he thought,

I'll live with my disgrace;

But then he thought about his dad

who soon he'd have to face.



Get up - an echo sounded low,

get up and take your place;

You were not meant for failure here,

get up and win the race.

With borrowed will, get up, it said,

you haven't lost at all;

For winning is no more than this,

to rise each time you fall.



So up he rose to run once more,

and anew commit;

He resolved that win or lose the race,

at least he wouldn't quit.

Three times he'd fallen, stumbling,

three time he rose again;

Now he gave it all he had,

and ran as though to win.



They cheered the winning runner

as he crossed the line first place;

Head high and proud and happy,

no failing, no falling, no disgrace.



But when the fallen youngster

crossed the line last place,

The crowd gave him the greatest cheer,

For finishing the race.

And even though he came in last

with head bowed low unproud,

You would have thought he won the

race to listen to the crowd.

And to his dad, he sadly said,

I didn't do so well;

To me you won, his father said,

you rose each time you fell.



And now when things seem dark

and hard and difficult to face,

The memory of that little boy

helps me in my race.



For all of life is like that race

with ups and downs and all,

And all you have to do to win,

Is RISE each time you fall.

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page

09/28/2026

Pumpkin

A woman was asked by a coworker, 'What is it like to be a Christian?'

The coworker replied, 'It's like being a pumpkin.

God picks you from the patch, brings you in, and washes all the dirt off of you.

Then He cuts off the top and scoops out all the yucky stuff.

He removes the seeds of doubt, hate, and greed.

Then He carves you a new smiling face and puts His light inside of you to shine for the entire world to see.

This was passed on to me by another pumpkin. I liked this enough to send it to the pumpkins in my pumpkin patch.

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page

09/23/2026

A Different View

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: "I am blind, please help." There were only a few coins in the hat.

A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, "Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?"

The man said, "I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way." I wrote: "Today is a beautiful day but I cannot see it."

Both signs told people that the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people that they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?

Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have.. Be creative. Be innovative.. Think differently and positively.

When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear..
Just think God is Near! God Bless you and your family. From a friend to a friend.

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling
And even more beautiful is knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!

09/21/2026

Time

Imagine there’s a bank that credits your account every morning with 86,400 dollars. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? DRAW OUT ALL OF IT, of course!!!

Each of us has such a bank. It’s name is TIME. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no overdraft.

Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours. There is no going back. There is no drawing against “tomorrow.” You must live in the present on today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness, and success! The clock is running. Make the most of today.



To realize the value of one year

Ask a student who has failed a

final exam.



To realize the value of a month:

Ask a mother who has given birth

to a premature baby.



To realize the value of one week:

Ask an editor of a weekly

newspaper.



To realize the value of one hour:

Ask the lovers who are waiting to

meet.



To realize the value of one minute:

Ask a person who has missed the

train, bus or plane.



To realize the value of one second:

Ask a person who has survived an

accident.



To realize the value of one millisecond:

Ask the person who has won a

silver medal in the Olympics.



Treasure every moment you have! And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special … special enough to spend your time.

And remember that time waits for no one. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift — that is why it is called the PRESENT!

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

09/20/2026

Why I’m Quitting

"God, there's just not enough room for the both of us to be in charge of my life. It's not that I haven't taken the job seriously, mind you! I have fretted, laid awake nights, and worked out the most detailed and wonderful schemes. The problem is not with the planning and scheming. It's with the "control" thing. Or perhaps I should have said the lack-of-control thing.

Oh, I know. You have repeatedly told me that You are competent to be in charge and that putting You in charge would relieve me of worry. But I seem to enjoy it. The fact I'm worried about tomorrow seems to tell my sick soul that I somehow have a semblance of control over it. But I don't. I just don't.

Then there's the mess I make of things. The worried-over plan begins to be put in motion, one of those things or people I can't control comes into play and the bus runs into the ditch! I try to press on. I try to force outcomes. The ditch gets deeper, and the pain begins to come.

Even so, You show up and offer to take control. You ask me-without ever forcing things-to turn loose of the wheel and trust You to steer. Sometimes I want to let you have control. I really do. Then something wells up inside me that makes me push You away-to tell You I can do it all by myself. Truth be told, I'm often thinking that just as soon as I get this thing out of the ditch, then I'm going to ask You to drive. Unfortunately, I never do.

Then there are the people on the bus with me. They are always the people I love most and for whose welfare I care about most passionately. When I drive, then wreck, then push You away, I sense their disappointment. Even that, however, hasn't been enough to this point. It kills me to know I'm hurting them, but I still want to steer. I want to be at the controls. I want to be in charge.

The time has come to try another approach. Oh it's not that I want to be heard saying that Your way is the way of last resort for me. Or maybe it is? But I'm just so tired and banged up. And You and I both know things aren't getting any better with me in charge. So that's why I've made up my mind.

God, I'm quitting. No more Mr. Know-It-All. No more having to be in charge. No more playing like I know more about myself than You do. You're in control from this point forward. Heart and mind and body, family and personal, career and social, Thursday as well as this coming Sunday, It’s all yours now."

Because I quit. At least I'm going to quit trying to have control over things that I can’t

Mandi Collier
Bear's Inspiration Page
www.bearsinspirations.homestead.com

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